Perverted Daddy System

Chapter 160 - Home sweet home

She reaches down, wraps her fingers around my shaft, and aims me home as I turn us toward the long mirror on the closet door. I sink into her and start bouncing her on my cock, my hands gripping her bare mid-thighs, her legs dangling and swinging with every thrust. All her weight sits on my arms, nothing of her touching the floor. Her breath fogs the glass.

"You like seeing yourself like this?" I ask.

"Yes," she pants. "Yes, Father."

"Then look. Don't look away."

I keep her facing the glass so she can't look away from it. Every thrust shows her what she is: a wanton little thing bouncing on her father's cock in her brand-new room. And while she rides it, Katie lies bound and dripping a few doors down the hall, waiting for me. The thought makes my cock twitch inside her, and I feel her clench around me.

"Faster," she begs. "Father, please..."

I give it to her. My hands haul her up and drop her onto my cock, again and again, harder, her sweaty back sliding against my chest, her moans filling the room. Her dangling legs kick with every slam. She's watching herself come apart in the glass, and she loves it.

"Look at yourself," I say. "Watch what you do to yourself. And while we're at it, play with yourself."

She tries to speak, and it comes out a broken little whine.

"Mewl for me," I tell her.

She tries again and gets a mewl, high and needy. Exactly right. Her fingers rub her clit in tight circles while her other hand claws at my forearm, hips rocking on their own, chasing it.

I don't slow down. She's clamping around me now, close, her whole body trembling against my chest, and I keep bouncing her on my cock, watching her face in the glass. Her eyes go wide. Her mouth falls open. She comes hard with a long shaking moan, clamping down on my cock so tight I nearly lose it.

I lose it. My balls call an emergency meeting. The vote is unanimous: unload immediately. I ram in deep and pump rope after rope into her ass while she trembles in my arms, both of us reflected in the mirror. She slumps against my chest, spent, and for a long moment neither of us moves, her weight resting on my arms, her breath warm on my neck. In the glass,s her eyelids flutter, a slow, dazed smile spreading over her lips.

"Holy shit," she breathes.

I carry her to her new bed and lay her down. She's already drifting, smiling, one hand reaching for me. "Father... that was..."

"Good. Sleep."

"Stay?" she mumbles, but she's already half gone.

I pull the sheet over her, watch her settle, and let her go. There's one more room to visit.

Hope's door is open a crack. She's on her bed, face down, a magazine spread under her, and she's "reading" it the way she does everything, with her whole body, one leg kicked up, chin propped on her fist. She doesn't look up when I come in.

"Hey, Daddy." Casual. Like she's been waiting.

"Reading?"

"Mm." She turns a page. "There's an article in here I think you'd like."

I walk to the bed and run a hand up the back of her thigh. She doesn't move, but I feel her go still under my touch. "Yeah? Which one?"

"I haven't gotten to it yet." She turns another page, pointedly not looking at me. "I'm a slow reader."

I slide my hand higher, under the hem of the shorts she's wearing. Nothing underneath. Of course not. "You know," I say, "the first night you ever slept in this room, you were a slow reader too."

That gets her. She looks up at me over her shoulder, a slow smile spreading across her face. "Was I?"

"You were." I hook my fingers under her shorts and pull them down. She lifts her hips just enough to help. "Reading and sipping cocoa. You were out cold before you finished the page."

"Best sleep of my life," she hums. "You have to give me the recipe someday."

Oh, I remember the recipe. And everything I did to you after. "And then you kept coming back."

"Every day." She rolls onto her side to face me, the magazine forgotten, eyes bright. "You had me convinced your spunk was a study aid."

"It worked, didn't it?"

"Aced every test," she grins. "Though the first time you put your fingers in me on that couch, I forgot my own name."

She bites her lip, and that look on her face is the whole story of us. I push her back onto her stomach, pull the shorts off the rest of the way, and she settles into place without being told, the magazine already spread beneath her like it was never anywhere else.

I position her the same way, face down, magazine under her. She's already wet. I push her thighs apart and bury myself in one hard push, and she sighs, face dropping toward the page.

"There we go," I murmur. "Just like before."

I fuck her like that, prone, her weight on the magazine, her face pressed to the paper. She's not reading anymore. She's moaning into the pages, gripping the sheets, and I keep a hard,d steady rhythm, dragging against that spot that makes her whine. Her hips meet every thrust, the magazine crinkles under her, and her legs kick up behind her, crossing at the ankle.

"You've gotten good at this," I say.

"Mhm..." She's barely forming words. "You... you trained me, Daddy."

I lean over her, my weight on my forearms, my mouth by her ear. "And you're going to get even better. This room, this bed, this is where you're going to spend a lot of time, little girl."

"I... I hope so..."

"Remind me," I say, "what you shouted when we made our deal."

"That... that..." She gasps as I hit her spot. "...that you could help me orgasm."

"And now?"

"Now I... oh, Daddy..."

I pick up the pace, and she dissolves. Face flat on the magazine, ass up, taking it, making small broken sounds, and I don't hold back. I drive into her until she's wailing into the pages, until she comes undone under me with a long shaking moan, going boneless against the bed. I can feel her pulsing around me.

My balls start beeping like a truck in reverse, backing it up, backing it up, and on the third beep I slam in deep and dump the whole load inside her pussy, rope after rope until she's full of me. She makes a soft satisfied sound at the warmth of it, hips pressing back against me like she wants more.

She lies there panting, my cum starting to leak out of her, face pressed to the magazine. A bead of drool runs from the corner of her mouth onto the page. She mumbles something, barely audible.

"What was that?" I ask.

"...Babysitting is awesome."

"Only if the babysitter fucks you good," I say, grinning.

Her face drops back to the paper, loopy and dopey, one hand reaching for me. I let her have her minute, then my hand comes down on her ass again.

"Round two."

"Daddy..." she whines into the magazine, but her hips lift off the bed on their own.

I scoop the cum leaking out of her well-fucked pussy and smear it over her asshole, working one finger in, then two. She pushes back onto them, greedy little thing. I line up and sink into her ass in one steady push, bottoming out with my hips flat against her cheeks, and she groans long and low into the pages.

I fuck her ass in long strokes, her body creeping up the bed an inch at a time, the magazine riding along under her chest. She babbles Daddy please, Daddy more, and I give her both until she clamps down and shivers through another orgasm. I pump my second load of the night deep in her ass and stay there until we both stop shaking.

I work myself out slowly and admire the result: my cum leaking out of her pussy and her ass at the same time. I pull the sheet over her and kiss the back of her neck.

"Good girl," I tell her.

"G'night, Daddy," she slurs.

I leave her to her daze. The magazine is ruined under her. She won't care. She never does. I close her door softly behind me and stand in the hall a moment, listening. Hester's room is quiet. Hope's is quieter. The whole fifth floor is settling into its first night as my home, full of my girls.

The master suite is quiet when I go back. Katie is exactly where I left her, wrists and ankles tied, cum drying between her thighs, blindfold snug over her eyes. Her head turns toward the door when it opens.

"Did you have fun?" she asks.

"I did."

She smiles. "Good. Untie me, Master."

I untie her, and she stretches, groaning, the marks from the rope pink on her wrists and ankles. She rolls over and makes room for me, and I lie down beside her, pulling my slave into my arms. She curls against me, warm and spent, her head on my chest, and the new house settles around us, thick walls and locked doors and everyone under my roof.

"You wore me out," she says, muffled against my chest. "That's not fair."

"You asked for it."

"I asked for it," she agrees, and I can hear the smile in her voice.

"Ah, home sweet home," I say.

Katie hums against my chest. "Home sweet home, Master."

I hold her there, listening to the quiet of the fifth floor: the soft, even breathing of the girls in their new rooms, the building finally becoming what I always hoped it would be. Katie's heartbeat is slow and steady under my hand, her body soft against mine, and for a moment there's nothing but the two of us.

I can feel the shape of things to come: the family I'm building, the room at the end of the hall still waiting, the two more bodies that will fill it soon enough. Dana and Gina, two floors down, dreaming in their shared bed with no idea what's coming for them. Mary and Paul, a courtship taking its first careful steps.

Tomorrow, I'll start planning the twins' first time. I'll set the stage, move the pieces, put the whole thing in motion. But tonight, this is enough. Tonight, I have my slave in my arms and my girls under my roof.

I close my eyes and let sleep take me.

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